What should have been a pleasant meal was ruined by Li Wanshi, and Li Jin lost his appetite for eating and drinking.
Hearing Li Wanshi's footsteps getting lighter and lighter, Li Ping and Li Jiabao peeked out from the west door. Only after seeing their grandmother walk out the door did they dare to come out.
Li Ping and Li Jiabao ran to the east room, and just as they were about to sit down to eat, they saw Li Jin with a gloomy face.
"Dad, I'm not full. Can I keep eating?"
Li Jiabao is the youngest son, spoiled since childhood, and dares to speak his mind.
"I'm hungry too," Li Ping said softly.
"Eat up, then hurry up and go to school."
Li Jin moved the remaining meat closer to the two of them.
The two cheered and picked up the flatbread to eat.
"Call your mother over here. She hasn't even had a proper meal yet!" Li Jin ordered again.
Zhao Sufang stopped crying. After so many years of waiting, she only hoped that what her husband said was true this time. As long as her mother-in-law didn't come to the house to extort money and food from her at any time, and gave her money and food every month, she would be willing.
Li Xiangdong couldn't eat anymore. It was all because of poverty that he had to sneak around even to eat a bite of pork.
Ever since he started exchanging the golden cicada skin for money, he'd had a preliminary idea in his mind: today was the perfect day to have a good talk with his father.
"You guys eat first, I'll go check on the wheat field. We should be able to harvest the wheat in a few days."
Li Jin tucked his pipe into his waistband and walked out the door.
Zhao Sufang wanted to call out to her husband, but when she opened her mouth, she didn't know what to say. Her husband was upset by his mother.
Li Xiangdong looked at his mother, then jumped off the kang (a heated brick bed), put on his worn-out cloth shoes, and chased after his father, saying, "Dad, wait for me, I'll take you for a walk."
At this time, everyone went to work, and everywhere you could see uncles, aunts, and grandmas carrying hoes and sickles.
People on the street greeted Li Jin and his father when they saw them.
"Captain, have you finished eating?"
"Xiangdong is being so well-behaved today, not running around causing trouble?" This was a joke made by an uncle from the same clan to Li Xiangdong.
“Grandpa, I haven’t been fooling around. I’ve been doing serious business.” Li Xiangdong retorted.
"You think you can do anything right? You're just bragging!" Grandpa said to him with a laugh.
"Liu'er, the wheat will be ready for harvest in a few days. You need to pay attention to the weather! My old leg has been aching slightly these past few days."
Grandpa said this to Li Jin.
Li Jin was the sixth among his brothers in the family, so Li Wanshi called him Liu Zi, and his great-grandfather called him Liu Er.
"The commune has been reporting the weather forecast every day for the past few days, saying it will be sunny all the time!"
When Li Jin heard his uncle say that his legs were aching from cold, he immediately took it seriously.
His uncle's leg pain always comes when it's raining or snowing.
The wheat harvest is a major event, not only concerning the food supply for rural residents for the year, but also the quantity and quality of grain delivered to the government.
For the past two weeks, Wudahe Commune has been issuing daily weather forecasts in preparation for any eventuality. If there is heavy rain, the wheat will be harvested ahead of schedule.
"Really? If the government says there's no rain, then there shouldn't be any rain, but my old leg pain is definitely in pain."
Grandpa left, muttering to himself.
Li Jin had another worry on his mind. After thinking it over, he walked quickly towards the wheat field. He needed to see how ripe the wheat was so he could prepare for an early harvest.
Li Xiangdong followed behind his father, his mind racing. He remembered!
At this time in his previous life, his maternal grandmother fell ill and wrote a letter asking his mother and second aunt to go and see her. Because it was almost wheat harvest time, his mother couldn't leave, so he and his second aunt's eldest cousin went to western Sichuan.
When the two of them returned to Lijiapo, they were dumbfounded.
Huichuan County experienced a heavy rain that lasted for more than ten days. The wheat in Lijiapo Brigade could not be harvested in time. Apart from the small amount that everyone managed to salvage despite the rain, the rest of the wheat went moldy.
That year's wheat harvest was miserable; every family was starving, and everywhere you could hear people beating their children and scolding their wives.
When should we tell his father? We need to hurry and harvest the wheat before the heavy rain.
But how can I tell his father?
He claims to be reborn and to have experienced his previous life?
His father insisted on sending him to the hospital as if he were mentally ill.
The father and son were each lost in their own thoughts and didn't notice the person in front of them.
Ouch!
Without warning, Li Jin bumped right into a lean old man in front of him.
"father!"
Upon seeing this, Li Jin realized it wasn't an outsider, but his father, Li Qingshan.
"snort!"
When Li Qingshan saw his eldest son, Li Jin, his face was full of wrinkles, his eyebrows were furrowed, and his eyes were unfriendly, he snorted heavily like an old ox, and without saying a word, he turned and left.
"Dad! What's wrong with you?"
Seeing his father like this, Li Jin wondered what was wrong with him.
"Did my grandma tell my grandpa about what you said about taking care of your parents in your old age?"
Seeing his father's puzzled expression, Li Xiangdong whispered a reminder from behind.
"I already told you, why are you getting angry?"
Li Jin said something and stopped thinking about his father.
Li Qingshan wasn't very prominent in his children's hearts. He always worked quietly and served Li Wanshi silently. If Li Wanshi said one thing, he would never say another. If Li Wanshi wanted to chase the dog, he wouldn't chase the chicken.
The wind rustles through the wheat fields, and the golden wheat gleams brilliantly under the sunlight.
This is the hope of rural people for the whole year. It's not just wheat, but also white flour buns, pork, and brown sugar that they can only eat a few times a year, as well as books for children to go to school and new clothes for the elderly to wear during the New Year...
This land has carried the hopes of generations of rural people.
Li Jin bent down, reluctant to pluck the whole ear of wheat, and rubbed off the outer husks of a few grains with his fingers. He pinched a grain with his fingernail, but it wasn't hard enough.
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